There in our nature greatly bless'd,
And purg'd from ev'ry ill through blood,
Our conscience finds eternal rest,
And answers peacefully to God.
HYMN 159. L. M.
How shall our feeble lips proclaim
The honours of the Saviour's name?
Or how the gratitude declare,
Our hearts inflam'd to Jesus bear?
To manifest his wond'rous love,
Behold he leaves the worlds above!
From climes of bliss beyond the sky,
Swift he descends, to bleed and die.
Lo, he again from death revives !
Jesus the great Redeemer lives;
High seated on his Father's throne,
He sheds his choicest blessings down.
HYMN 160. C. M.
How rich the love! my Lord, my God
For me, a worm, hath dy’d; For me he shed his living blood ; I know no God beside.
The source of all my happiness
Is his eternal name;
Nor is there ought but dung and dross
Beside my dearest Lamb.
All things shall perish but the Word,
He stands forever sure;
Jesus forever is the Lord,
Let ev'ry pow'r adore.
This Word made flesh, in Bethl'hem seen,
Incarnate was in me;
In me, and all the sons of men,
That he our Head might be.
Then up unto our Head we look,
And bless that glorious grace,
Which shews us God's eternal book
Unseal'd in Jesus' face.
WHEN favour'd John beheld
The visions of the Lord,
With admiration fill'd,
He heard the Father's word
Revealing what his purpose was,
And what his love should bring to pass.
Thus spake the sov'reign Lord,
Whilst on his throne he sat,
"Hear ye my faithful word;
Behold I will create,
And make all things in love anew :
Write thou these words, for they are true."
When God had thus declar'd
The secret of his will,
The man who was prepar'd
His counsel to fulfil,
Emphatically spake to John,
And said, “Behold the work is done :
For I the Alpha am,
And the Omega too ; You in this sacred name
The finish'd work may view :
I, the Beginning and the End
Of all the joys, which you attend."
JESUS, Master, in thine hand
Lead on thy family,
Till we all possess the land,
The promis'd liberty:
There, amidst the holy throng,
We all shall, see thy blissful face,
Singing one eternal song
To Christ, the God of grace.
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In thy bleeding heart shall we
All find our bless'd abode ;
Each disowning all for thee,
Thou wounded Lamb of God:
There possessing all we want
In thy rich fulness, holy Lamb,
Hence we all are now content
To bear thy cross and shame.
In thy smitten body, we
Are pure for ever more;
Happy to eternity,
We will the Lord adore :
We in Christ, our Ark, abide,
O'er each temptation still we soar ;
We disdain the swelling tide,
And soon shall reach the shore.
Farewell all this world below,
And all that earth calls good,
We rejoice no more in you,
We are redeem'd by blood.
Now redeem'd to God we prove
A safe asylum from our fears;
All the heights and depths of love,
In Jesus' blood appears.
HYMN 163. P. M. `.
SAGES of ancient letter'd times,
In ev'ry age and diff'rent climes,
For wisdom fam'd among mankind,
Withdraw your thinly scatter'd rays
Before the broad, o'erpow'ring blaze
Of the supreme, eternal Mind.
Mercy's great year, in heav'n enroll'd,
By seers succeeding seers foretold,
Was now with solemn pomp unseal'd :
Light of the world, Messiah came
In his almighty Father's name,
And immortality reveal❜d.
Fill'd with his Father's strength, he taught ;
The dumb in rapture speak their thought;
The lame man bounding like the roe;
The blind looks up to heav'n; stern death
Resigns his spoil and from his breath
Fierce demons shrink to shades below.
O, works of pow'r! O, works of love!
Ethereal embassage to prove,
That ev'ry rising doubt control ;
Earnest of love and pow'r more strong,
Which to the Son of God belong,
To heal the mis'ries of the soul.
Great Prophet, Saviour! worthy Thou
That ev'ry knee in homage bow;
From ev'ry mouth thy praise should flow;
All thy commands are mild and just,
Thy promise, faithful to our trust,
Will pardon, peace, and heav'n bestow.
HYMN 164. P. M.
A GOOD High Priest is come,
Supplying Aaron's place,
And taking up his room,
Dispensing life and grace:
The law by Aaron's priesthood came,
But grace and truth by Jesus' name.
My Lord a Priest is made,
As sware the mighty God
To Israel and his seed;
Ordain'd to offer blood
For sinners, who his mercy seek ;
A Priest, as was Melchezidek.
He once temptations knew
Of ev'ry sort and kind,
That he might succour shew
To ev'ry tempted mind:
In ev'ry point, the Lamb was tried
Like us, and then for us he died.
He dies, but lives again,
And by the altar stands;
There shews how he was slain,
Op'ning his pierced hands.
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